Hey, I'm Faren.
I'm a girl and I'm real fragile.
I like coffee, poems, and teenager love books.
If you break me, I'll shatter forever
If you love me, I'll never be able to forget you.
If you kiss me, I'll taste it with each different boy
If you steal my heart, I'll never want it back
I write about love, complication with relationships, depression, & other odd things
I am either the happiest person or the most depressed person ever.
I am in love with love & everything related to it.
Sometimes I will get inspirations from Paramore songs
I get most of my stories from real life experience & I usually twist it until it's dead. =]]
♥
I'm a girl and I'm real fragile.
I like coffee, poems, and teenager love books.
If you break me, I'll shatter forever
If you love me, I'll never be able to forget you.
If you kiss me, I'll taste it with each different boy
If you steal my heart, I'll never want it back
I write about love, complication with relationships, depression, & other odd things
I am either the happiest person or the most depressed person ever.
I am in love with love & everything related to it.
Sometimes I will get inspirations from Paramore songs
I get most of my stories from real life experience & I usually twist it until it's dead. =]]
♥
- Last seen on Oct 24 1:03 AM. Member since March 26, 2006.
- I am a 18 year old girl from Indiana (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Depressed [Museum of Lies] Attendant.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/canwepretend
- I have 24 comments
Stories I'm focused on
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2500 words, October 2. In Depression, Young adult
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Hi. My name is Peyton Panera — yeah, like Panera Bread. I’m eighteen, but could pass for 12.
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PROLOGUE / -Christmas, 1998- / I sat there in memorization at all the snow outside in such a small, sardine packed town. My little 8 year old eyes poked out at all the trapped cars that looked like mice in a mousetrap. I12100 words, 1 comment, July 5, 2006. In Depression
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- Cigarette Season. at allpoetry
The blackening esophagus,
the plague inside her throat, - Living In Your Bursts Of Oxygen. at allpoetry
When you said you were my firefly, sweetheart,
i never thought you'd ever dream of flying away. - Absolution. at allpoetry
I started running.
The wind enveloped my hair; tangly, un-tidy.
